Ingtar has twenty lances with him. The Eldest nodded. Nothing could move except her head. High cliffs ran to the harbor mouth on both sides, and atop one of those, where every ship running into the harbor had to pass under them, stood the towers of the Watchers Over the Waves.
The man who called himself Bors shivered in spite of himself. No one even thought to test me on this earlier. Necessary, Verin agreed. Her dark brows and darker eyes were a sharp contrast to the multitude of pale honey braids brushing her shoulders, but the combination was not uncommon in Tarabon.
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